Kismet wasn't sure he could ever get a lie past Warja, though he certainly couldn't whilst he was ill it seemed. She read straight through his single word and with a stern stare accused him of his crimes. He didn't bother trying to defend himself, there was no point and he couldn't be bothered wasting time failing to convince her that he was being even a little bit truthful. Instead he lay in silence as she went about her little health check that would only aid in proving his guilt.
His gaze shifted back to her as she finally moved back around to his head. Truth be told he wasn't even sure when Warja had last visited him to know how long he had failed to eat or drink for. The meat was untouched though he had drank some of the water. He wouldn't lie this time though, there was little point when the food was clear proof of his lack of appetite.
"No. Even the thought of it makes me feel sick." Maybe he just needed to get over it and eat something, or perhaps there was something that could settle his stomach. He knew so little about herbs he had no idea what they were actually capable of doing. He'd tear his gaze from Warja now and await his punishment, he wouldn't be surprised if she dumped the meat right under his nose and refused to leave until he had eaten something.
